All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
“To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the center of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world — impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.”
Charles Baudelaire